It's Wonderphone!

The setting:
In the car, as my 17-year-old daughter and I run errands:

The dialogue:
Jessa: "Can I talk to you about something?"

Mom (always slightly panicked by such a question): "Sure. . . . "

Jessa: "I know I haven't had my cell phone for all that long. . . . and it's a nice phone. . . but I was wondering if we could talk about maybe getting an iPhone."

Mom: "We can talk about anything." (Translation: We can talk about anything -- which doesn't mean we're buying anything.)

Jessa: "It's the pinnacle of modern technology." (She really said that -- where does she get this stuff?) "It has a touch screen -- that's huge. It's not just a cell phone, it's also an iPod, camera, mobile web. It has huge memory. It makes you want to communicate more."

Silence.

Jessa, lamely, seeing the sales pitch is going nowhere: "Steve Jobs and the Apple guys won the race to make communication coolest." (He must be IMing her these lines.)

Mom: "So how much does it cost?"

Jessa: "$499, I think. . . maybe $399?"

Mom: Silence

Jessa, wistfully: "The phone itself is so sweet, who wouldn't want one?"

Mom, picturing herself being hunted down and reminded of errands, deadlines and duties: "Me."

Are any of you being pestered by a child or spouse to get an iPhone?